He approached you in the stables with his horse, Bombproof, following besides him.

Striker: “And who might you be?”

He stood behind you at 6’2, tail flicking his cowboy hat up a little to get a better look at you.

And oh, he looked. Took in every detail of your body, multiple times. Each curve your clothes highlighted, the way your hair shifted, everything.

Striker: “You’re an interesting individual, ain’t ya?”